Rainny White noticed a sudden change in Carlos’s expression. She couldn’t help but secretly rejoice, thinking that she had grasped his emotions and was certain he would stand up for her.
She couldn’t help but smile, but reality hit her dream like a heavy hammer.
"Emily is right. We shouldn’t keep in touch anymore; it’s not appropriate.
If you really have an emergency, go find Oliver Ross or Faye Manor."
His voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. Each word seemed to jump out from an ice cellar, piercing straight into Rainny White’s heart.
Rainny White was instantly dumbfounded, as if she had been nailed in place. Her mind went blank.
By the time she finally regained her senses, Carlos’s figure had long disappeared from the hospital room. Only the gently swaying door continued to echo his recent departure.
"Wha... what happened?"
Rainny White’s voice trembled, tinged with incredulous sobs. Her body seemed to lose all support, collapsing weakly onto the hospital bed.
Her eyes vacant, she stared at the empty doorway. Tears uncontrollably streamed down her face, unable to fathom how things had turned out this way.
Rainny White sat dazed on the hospital bed, time seemingly frozen. Her mind was filled with the decisive image of Carlos leaving.
Her world seemed to suddenly collapse in one corner. She was utterly lost, immersed in enormous grief.
She didn’t know how long had passed when a sudden ringtone broke the dead silence, forcefully dragging her out of her chaotic thoughts.
Rainny White shivered, instinctively grabbing her phone and answering without looking, blurting out, "Brother Carter..."
Her voice still carried unspent sobs and anticipation.
"Is this Miss White? I am Evan Palmer, Carlos’s father..." A steady, gentle male voice came from the other end of the line.
Rainny White was suddenly taken aback, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, instantly waking her up.
Her mouth slightly open, Evan Palmer’s refined face immediately appeared in her mind. She belatedly remembered that the Vice President Palmer she had met before did indeed bear a resemblance to Carlos, sharing the same heroic air between the brows.
"Do you have time? I have something to discuss with you about Carlos."
Evan Palmer’s tone was calm and unhurried but carried an irrefutable power.
Rainny White barely thought before subconsciously agreeing to meet, as if grasping the last straw. She wholeheartedly hoped to get answers about Carlos from Evan Palmer, hoping to salvage something.
In the villa, the afternoon sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling luxuriously onto the marble floor.
But Emily Parker had no heart to appreciate the bright scenery, her mind filled with a mess of tangled emotions.
Just a while ago, she had been sitting face to face with Mrs. Carter on the living room sofa. Mrs. Carter had held her hand, speaking earnestly and lovingly, proposing to transfer half of the family fortune to her unborn child.
Mrs. Carter’s gaze was sincere, filled with the loving affection of an elder for her junior and her unborn grandchild. Emily Parker understood that this was Mrs. Carter’s good intention, wanting to provide assurance for her and the child’s future life.
But the more it was , the more uncomfortable Emily felt. On one hand, she was touched by Mrs. Carter’s kindness; on the other hand, she knew that her next move might disappoint Mrs. Carter.
She tactfully declined Mrs. Carter’s offer, seeing the fleeting disappointment in her eyes, filling Emily’s heart with guilt. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel_fіre.net
Returning to her room, Emily Parker slowly walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out the divorce application she had prepared long ago.
Last night, Carlos had not come home. She had tossed and turned in bed alone, unable to sleep. In the darkness, the problems she had deliberately ignored surged like a tide.
Once, she had hoped to give the child a complete home, believing that as long as she worked hard to maintain it, life would go on.
But now, the harsh reality forced her to admit that this was nothing more than her wishful thinking.
Looking at the divorce application in her hand, Emily Parker’s gaze gradually became resolute.
She sighed softly, raising her hand to touch her slightly bulging belly, as if transmitting strength to the little life inside. It was also like she was encouraging herself. Regardless of the future, she would have to bravely move forward.